A man may devote himself to death and destruction to save a nation; but no nation will devote itself to death and destruction to save mankind.

Boys and girls, And women, that would groan to see a child Pull off an insect's leg, all read of war, The best amusement for our morning meal.

Heart-chilling superstition! thou canst glaze even Pity's eye with her own frozen tear.

Greatness and goodness are not means, but ends.

Joy is the sweet voice, joy the luminous cloud. We in ourselves rejoice! And thence flows all that charms or ear or sight, all melodies the echoes of that voice, all colours a suffusion from that light.

O pure of heart! Thou needest not ask of me what this strong music in the soul may be!

For compassion a human heart suffices, but for full and adequate sympathy, with joy, an angel's only.